He hated this. He hated that you were the one he needed to contact.

If anything, you were the last person he wanted to contact for a situation. And yet, he found no other option.

He walked down the alleys with Zoe in tow, leading her. "Where are we going?" Zoe asked.

"My contact lives somewhere in these alleys. She has her shop and home here. Now, when we get inside, let me do the talking. She trusts me more than she does you." Pin explained.

Zoe wanted to argue, but he had a point. So, she just agreed and followed him before they stepped to a building lit up by neon lights.